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MARGARET - LOST FROM HER MIND [ part 10 ] The computer started to ping and announce that there was an incoming call, I pressed the icon to answer the call expecting Elizabeth to be there, but instead the screen remained dark. “Paul Purple? Why do you need the Song of the Morning?” A woman’s voice sounded from the speaker. I recognised it as the chairman (woman, person?) of the Council. “If that’s the name of the tune that Margaret is humming, then I think it’s the key to bringing her back to herself!” I said calmly – it wouldn’t be a good idea to antagonise her but I was now involved in ensuring Margaret would get better. “That song is forbidden to be sung by any person except in certain circumstances – we are unable to allow you to have it” She started to sound angry at my attitude, well tough! “I don’t want it! I can place a feed down to the basement and you can play it directly to Margaret, I won’t even hear it!” I said. “The decision is final! We will make arrangements to bring Margaret back home for implantations of personalities and . . .” “No!” I spoke the word that I think she wasn’t expecting. “. . . What?” She sounded amazed that I was even thinking about interrupting her. “I said no! Ropeville asked me to help Margaret, and I’m going to! I’ve already spoken to her and I know I can rescue her. You may have given up on her but I haven’t!” I said my voice growing cold as I spoke. “And how are you going to do that? We are unable to give you what you need.” She sounded condescending, as if talking to a recalcitrant child. “Unable? NO! Unwilling is the real answer. I understand that Ropeville is important to you on the council and you have to maintain Ropeville in the image you’ve decided! But have you really considered that the people themselves matter? Maybe you should change YOUR perspective. But I’m keeping Margaret until she’s herself again, no matter what you may say and do!” “We could send out our people to claim her back.” The woman threatened me. “Yes, you could.” I stared into the camera, “But will you? When there’s a chance that one girl could be saved?” I said evenly and waited for the answer. “We will consider your request!” Was the answer and then the call cleared. I just stared at the screen, it was ludicrous we had the key to Margaret’s memories but because of these . . . these bureaucrats the path was blocked. I was tempted to tell them where they could stick their ideas when the computer alerted me to another call; I clicked on the icon ready for another fight. Elizabeth’s face appeared on the screen. “Paul what did you say to them?” She asked me, “Some of them want your head, others are backing you! It’s the first time I’ve heard the council bicker amongst themselves.” “You know what I was told by them?” I asked her when she nodded her head I continued, “Well I accused them of not acting for the benefit of their town, placing themselves above everyone else.” “Paul! You didn’t?” Elizabeth was aghast at that. “Of course I did, they couldn’t even allow a feed to the basement without me listening, and you’d think I was asking them to cut a limb off or something!” I was annoyed at them and I think Elizabeth could see that. “To them perhaps it was!” She said quietly, “They’ve been given a task to do and can only see one way to achieve it” “Even to killing one of their own? I can’t accept that Elizabeth!” I said, “And please don’t ask me to do that!” She shook her head, “Of course not Paul, I agree that if there’s any chance for Margaret then you should do your best.”
“I’m sorry Paul, I can’t do that. I can’t go against the Council. I have to obey their orders.” She said and did look sorry as she said that. “Okay Elizabeth, I won’t say I understand . . . because I don’t! but I know you’ll try your best.” And I broke the contact, but the look on Elizabeth’s face told me the whole story, she was supposed to convince me that the council was right – even though she didn’t believe it either. But I had a starting point ‘song of the Morning’ I tried a search on Google – but all it came back with was some hits - a Yoga temple in Michigan, a religious site, a discussion on Psalm 22, a picture in a new Mexico art gallery, the list went on, I gave up when I reached page 20 and could see more pages yet to view. I decided to send a message out to my ‘trainees’ just in case they knew of such a song. It was a long shot but I had to try anything. I went through the list and deleted Little Cat’s name from it, I didn’t want to alert Elizabeth to this search, just in case. . . ---- I cooked a lunch for us both and carried it downstairs to the basement; Margaret was still dancing, doing a series of turns with her leg almost thrown out to spin her around. Her head holding still before spinning around to with the body, resting on one spot – this was to help stop her from becoming dizzy. She stopped when I appeared and then went down to the ground, like Margot Fonteyn doing the dying swan. I put the tray down and started to clap my hands at her performance. “Very good Margaret, now shower and come back her for something to eat.” I told her she gracefully rose to her feet and ran to the bathroom area. I put the plate out on the table and ensured the door was locked and secured, the key hidden away. I returned just as Margaret arrived, her hair still damp from the shower. I pointed to her plate, but she stood in front of me. “Please master, I need to earn my food!” She said. So I sat down in my chair and allowed her to open my pants and find my cock which she started to administer to. I tried to clear my mind of the aggravations that had happened upstairs and only pleasurable images to speed up her work. In the end she sat back on her haunches and looked up at me. “Master there is a problem.” She stated, I nodded my head. “Yes Margaret, I suggest you give up at the moment and eat your lunch before it gets colder.” I said She cocked her head to one side but then did as I told her, (master gives orders and slaves obey!) She started to eat the food while I picked at mine. I didn’t notice when she had finished I was so wrapped up in my thoughts. A touch on my leg brought me around to find that Margaret was kneeling by me looking up at me. “Master please tell me what is wrong.” She pleaded with me. I pulled her to her feet and then placed her on my lap. “I think I know how to bring you back to normal, but I need a special trigger, the only place where I can get it won’t allow me to have it!” “Good!” Margaret said. I was surprised and looked her in the eyes, “I’m sorry master but if you do this then I might never survive.” “If I let them do what they wanted then I would guarantee that you wouldn’t survive anyway” I told her and explained what I was told she shivered and seemed to shrink slightly at my words. “Please master, don’t let them do that. I don’t want to die.” She whimpered. I held her tight, “I don’t want that either, but what do your other aspects say?” I asked her. She stopped and then straightened slightly; Slave was in charge now, “I wouldn’t want to lose my life either master. I find I like it too much to give up.” And then . . . she got off my lap and turned to face me. “I don’t want to lose myself either.” Margaret said watching me as she spoke. “I don’t think your parents would want that either Margaret. That’s why I’ve told them that I’m not going to let them!” I said. “You’ve stood up to the council! Not even dad would do that!” Margaret said with awe in her voice. “He would have done in this case, I think that was why he left Ropeville in the first place – to distance himself from the control of the council, he experimented with you, creating your ability to hide your personality away in emergencies, but I don’t think he was expecting this to happen to you. But in a way he did stand against the council, you should be proud of him and of your mother in supporting him.” I could see tears in her eyes as I spoke to her, I reached out to her and held her as she started to cry. “I miss them, I really do.” she sobbed. “I know little one and I’m sorry about what happened to them, but you still have cousins in Ropeville, Madeline was very worried about you. She told me to make sure that you got better.” I whispered into her ear. “Maddie . . . you spoke to Maddie?” Margaret asked me, “When . . . where was she?” “She was in the helicopter that brought you here; she’s a police officer at Ropeville and wanted to make sure that you arrived here in one piece, I did tell you that I was here to help you didn’t I?” I said softly. “Yes . . . you did, but I didn’t believe you!” Margaret said guiltily. I smiled at her, “Of course not! Why would you? For the past year you’ve been with a headmaster who only wanted to use your body, before that you were in hell. Being made into a slave. You had no reason to trust anyone, let alone me!” “But I wanted to hurt you . . . to kill you! Why did you trust me last night?” She asked me. “Because I was more concerned about a scared and crying young girl who needed attention.” Then I laughed, “I’d completely forgotten about locking the door. If you had escaped it would have been my fault completely.” “But I could have killed you . . . except I found . . . that . . . I . . . couldn’t.” she looked away from me as she said that. I didn’t press the fact. I knew I might have been in danger from her and had ignored it, I supposed I was lucky to find myself awake and having a blow-job instead of a Bobbett! I shivered at the thought. I reached to the girl and held her, feeling her stiffen at my touch and then she seemed to relax, when she looked at me it was the different Margaret who looked through those eyes. I convinced her to finish off her meal while I dealt with mine. I thought that as she had already gone upstairs earlier today I could let her join me again. I handed her the dishes and walked to the basement door. I turned to find that she was walking to the sink in the room and stopped when I called to her. “Margaret, I think we can let the dishwasher actually do the work.” She looked around the basement and then shook her head. “I don’t know where it is master.” She said seriously I smiled at her and beckoned her to me. She watched as I unlocked the door and opened it, she kept quiet as she followed me upstairs. ---- “Master should I really be up here?” Margaret asked me as we arrived in the hall. “It should be quite safe Margaret, I’ve no near neighbours and my early warning system would tell me if anyone approached.” I reassured her, or was I giving her ammunition in the form of knowledge? I took her to the kitchen, of course she already knew where it was having cooked the breakfast this morning, and showed her where the dishwasher was. She looked at me quizzically. “Master, why do you have a dishwasher if you own slaves?” She asked me. “Because there are times when I want my slaves with me instead of them being here drying plates.” I said smiling. “But what about when you don’t want them with you?” She asked seriously. “Well then there are always plates to be washed and dried.” I told her. “Is that fair?” she enquired but her face was still smiling “Of course not, but then I’m not really a fair man am I?” I replied. “I don’t know master, aren’t you?” “Slave? Prepare yourself!” I warned her and then immediately grabbed hold of her and started to tickle her. “No, please master I give up . . . I give up!” She stammered out in her laughter. I immediately stopped tickling her and pulled her into my arms, I felt her stiffen in alarm but then she relaxed when she realised that I wasn’t really menacing her. She reached over to me and held onto my neck with her arms. I carried her into the living room and sat down on the sofa with her on my lap, “Master why are you doing this?” she asked me. “I’m not sure Margaret; I’m trying to give you something you’d have missed for the last year, just plain loving, without any pressure on you to do anything except to relax.” I whispered to her while holding her, I could remember the tune that she hummed and started to repeat it to her. “Do you know the title of that song master?” She asked me. “I’m told it’s called the Song of the Morning, but that’s all I can find out about it.” I told her “I need to know more master, and I need to hear the full song . . . but that’s impossible as the full tune is lost!” she told me. I just stared at her; yes it was MARGARET again talking. “But Margaret if that tune is your release code you must know the full tune!” I said mystified. She shook her head, “I’m not sure, but dad said it was his little joke!” she said, but she wasn’t smiling neither was I. “But Margaret without that tune I think you’ll be like this forever!” I had to admit that I was facing failure. |